Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mummies,
Gregory Isaacs,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
Royal Trux,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
KRS-One,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Brick,
The Gun Club,
Intrusion,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
The Sound,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pagans,
One Last Wish,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wasted Youth,
Index,
Sonny Sharrock,
Section 25,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Womack,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spoonie Gee,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.